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"What was this name?"
"Dzhan. It means soul, or dear life. The nation possessed nothing except the soul and dear life given to it by mothers, because it's mothers who give birth to the nation."
The secretary frowned, and looked sad. "So there's nothing they can call their own except the hearts in their chests—and even that's only for as long as the hearts keep on beating."
"Only their hearts," Chagataev agreed. "Only life itself. Nothing belonged to them beyond the confines of their bodies. But even life wasn't really their own—it was just something they dreamed."
"Dzhan. It means soul, or dear life. The nation possessed nothing except the soul and dear life given to it by mothers, because it's mothers who give birth to the nation."
The secretary frowned, and looked sad. "So there's nothing they can call their own except the hearts in their chests—and even that's only for as long as the hearts keep on beating."
"Only their hearts," Chagataev agreed. "Only life itself. Nothing belonged to them beyond the confines of their bodies. But even life wasn't really their own—it was just something they dreamed."
If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.
Think about it.
All those electrons, particles, and whatnot
crammed in next to each other like junk in an attic,
like trash in a compactor
smashed together in a flat block
so there’s nothing but plasma:
no you no me.
Think about it.
All those electrons, particles, and whatnot
crammed in next to each other like junk in an attic,
like trash in a compactor
smashed together in a flat block
so there’s nothing but plasma:
no you no me.